metro cops
January 20, 2010
Dear Metro cop,
I’m tired of you waiting outside my house.
The rain is enough!! It pores as you snore.
After struggling to get out of bed and wind my way to work, you are the last straw.
Metro cop, get up and do something!!
All I hear is kaching, kaching, kaching.
Metro cop, what more can I say, when all you care about is your pay.
I’m tired Metro cop, not mouse but louse of my day.
My failed poetry. Besides, I know no Metro cop will be reading my blog. I’m just so tired. Everyday I drive down the road on the way to work and there they are. Trying to catch you out in a 60 zone, on a downhill, straight road. I know that besides this straight trajectory this happens to be a site of numerous crashes into the fencing that demarcates the koppies but this is night activity. Drunken night activity. When you get close to R500+ of ‘speeding’ fines on such a stretch of road it will be your turn to vent.
So just in case you are reading my blog, Metro cop, go away!!

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